So. Here it is, thirty months since we closed the
restaurant. And I’ve visited the “I need
a job” question once or twice in that time.
About a year ago, as I
recall, I was really wrestling with it.
Wanted—needed—something to do, but didn’t really feel that The Universe
was on board with me striking out in that direction quite so soon.
But, you know, I sent resumes
out there. And I continue to do so, from
time to time. It’s not like I’m
conducting a serious job search. I mean,
I don’t need a job that bad. In fact, I
don’t think I could allow myself to
need a job that bad. Financially, we are
doing fine on what the husband brings home right now. It’s not like I wouldn’t like to have a
little extra income—mostly to throw at the lingering debt from the restaurant
that’s hanging around our necks. But if
there’s anything I might hate worse than having wasted most of five years
owning my own restaurant, it would be that I spent an almost equal block of
time previous to that looking for a job. There are few things I loathe more than job
searching. Hard to say whether that
attitude existed before that period of time, or was a product of it.
In reference to those few
resumes I have floated out into the ether since closing the restaurant: It’s funny, but I’ve had a pretty good track
record on them. I think I’ve sent out
three resumes in two and a half years, and I’ve gotten calls back on all three
of them. Which sort of gives the lie to
the idea that I have in my head that my resume is crap that is hardly fit to
line the bottom of a bird cage.
Of course, none of these has
actually led to a job offer. The first
one--a cook position at an Assisted Living facility--generated a call back left on my voicemail; when I called back to speak to the
person who had left the message, he/she was not available. So, I
reasoned, I guess they don’t really want me that bad, so I didn't follow up...and neither did they. Evidently I was not ready to seriously entertain
the idea of going back to work. So any
excuse that got me off the hook was good
enough.
The second was the Wild Bird
Shops job, for which I spent fifteen minutes on a tedious “telephone interview”—which
took place months after I had answered the ad—and then I never heard from them
again. Not even to say, “Sorry, we hired
someone else.” Classy. Who needs that kind of crap? So I didn’t send out another resume for
almost a year.
Last month, I came across an
ad that struck my fancy. But once again,
I heard nothing from the employer within a reasonable span of time, so I forgot
about it. Until I get this email yesterday,
saying something to the effect of, “Remember you answered our ad over a month
ago? Are you still interested?”
So, I thought, what the
heck? I’ll tell them I am.
Which resulted in, today, my
first face-to-face, bona fide, real live job interview since 2002.
I had no idea what I was
doing, had no plan of what to say, just figured I’d show up and see what
happened.
How did it go? I've never been able to read these things accurately...when I think I've aced an interview, I never hear from the employer again. When I think I sucked, they pant after me as if I were some prize nugget. I am NOT going to do the whole, "Call them back, send a thank-you note, get your post-interview oar in there one more time." It's a part-time job baking cookies, for god's sake. I either have the chops for it, or I don't.
The owner told me I would hear one
way or the other by Friday. It will be interesting to see
if this actually transpires…